Wisdom

Fast beyond the fiction Of the slow broken flow Weeping towards the lightning Brought by thunder The beast lay slowly breathing As the water in the well Vanished unto the soil Back into the yonder Vanquished for a reason Never to be told Searched by the underdog Destined to be sold And the fire was burning Its flames into the night Burning for a glimpse of wisdom flowing Seconds pass like hours In the time of no return Flashing like a nightmare Forgotten in the morn Growing past least forgotten Reaping ill gained rewards Crying like many shepherds Weeping for dawn Tears they are a memory Of which some can’t grasp Only hoping for a lesson Forgotten to fast Let the painter paint by showing Pictures with all his might Searching for a glimpse of wisdom flowing